#godhood lost au

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

reader: i hope the deity appreciates my gift, even if all i can offer is my love and care- the deity in question, disguised as a priest who might be developing maybe just a lil tiny crush: UR GOOD DON'T EVEN WORRY ABT IT I BET THEY'LL LOVE IT- REALLY LIKE IT I MEAN THEY'LL REALLY LIKE IT,

#godhood lost au #deities au #deities and priests au #lost god reader #lost god y/n #priest moon #deity moon #deity reader #fnaf au #fnaf dca #fnaf moon x y/n #fnaf moon x reader #silly fluff #blushi bois #religious themes #doodles #sketches #bones of a rabbit #bones of rabbit au #flustered moon #flustered moon is best moon #is just a fact i aint even sorry

[sullina]

Sorry. By legend of zelda lore u meant inspired by the overall lore, mainly Skyward Sword. In fact... TOTK would probably be soemthing that contradicts this lol. Also I wouldn't say "like in totk" because thus isn't one for one just something somewhat inspired by it.

as for Meliodas and Elizabeth's goal... overall it's a bit of a toss up. Their main goal is to protect the seal, which was split into pieces, but they do want to find a way to release their respective clans. They also want to eventually be able to destroy their parents completely so that they can stop suffering in the reincarnation/immortality cycle, but considering they aren't gods anymore, it's an impossible problem to them.

As for the creation of the seal. That a very interesting thing because it is a lot like in canon where they had all the other races help, as for why Meliodas wasn't depicted. Well, originally, there was going to be a depiction, but Meliodas had declined. Instead, they placed depictions of the events leading up to the sealing as murals and carvings around where the Dragon Handle, the piece Meliodas had crafted, was meant to stay. Over the next thousand or so years, though, it got stolen.

Okay, I'm glad it's not based on totk, I guess I just made a premature assumption, bc it's pretty much the only zelda game people are talking about rn, bc it just came out^^" Thanks for clearing that up^^ And since it's more based on Skyward Sword, I know all about that game bc I've played and replayed it several times XD I really like it, although it had a lot of unrealized potential with the sky and flight (and more) being pretty underutilized, but that's a discussion that deserves a post of its own.

So their goals are pretty much the same as canon, that makes sense. I guess one of the first steps towards their goal would be to, somehow, either become gods again, or find a way to kill their respective god. The zelda games always have the master sword or some form of it, combined with some form of a holy light from the goddess(es). Since Meliodas seems to have some form of craftmanship ability in this au, maybe he makes a weapon that has the potential of killing a god? Or a part of it or something, and Elizabeth would provide another part (or the other half, depending on how many parts the final weapon/tool is gonna be).

So are the other races are still depicted, along with the events leading up to the sealing instead of Meliodas/the demons? I guess that makes sense. Then there's also the question of if all the races were agreeing on sealing the SD and DK away, since they were, technically, fighting for them. One would assume that the goddesses and demons worshipped the SD and DK respectively in order to be willing to throw their lives away for them. Or maybe Mel and Eli had a small group of their race try and start a revolution and when that didn't work, they worked out the seal idea as a plan b. And there has to be a reason as for why Meliodas declined, since the seal wouldn't exactly be something one would put up in their home as a decoration, so I don't know if "oh he's just humble" would be the thing to go with, although I'm assuming that the reason as to why Meliodas can't be depicted on the seal is because he needs his identity to stay a secret in this au? Maybe the other races didn't know Meliodas was also in on it and that had to be kept a secret for some reason? As in, if the other races knew that a demon also had a hand in making the seal, especially the demon prince/lesser demon god, they would refuse to cooperate and think the whole seal idea was some sort of trick in order for the demons to win.

So the dragon handle got stolen from Mel, who I'm guessing was supposed to guard it until him and Eli figured out a solution to their... problem. What about the other pieces? Were they placed into the possession of the other races or folks to guard them? Or were they also lost at some point due to time? I could imagine some kind of monster having at least one of the pieces, a kind of monsters that loves to collect things, and in order to get the piece back, Mel and Eli either have to sneak around its lair or kill it, which would prove to be a challenge.

#nnt #sullina nnt #sullina nnt au #nnt au #now what to call this au... #since Mel and Eli lost their godhood... #nnt lost gods au #maybe? #gimme your thoughts on it

[bamsara]

Narilamb fic idea thought of, in progress, general gist:

Something goes wrong. The crown is split during Narinder's defeat, splitting the power between God of Death and the Lamb.

Narinder keeps a portion of his godhood, and the Lamb finds that rituals and powers they had access to before are no longer possible, Healing is cut short. Powers are halved. And there is a very real chance of perma-death, as the ability to resurrect oneself or anyone at all is not possible without full power, and the God of Death is not cooperative.

Afterlife and Purgatory are not options either. Dying means dying for real. Gone, no trace of you left.

Discovering that the will of dead gods are still in effect even when they are dethroned and in purgatory, even if not intentional, Lamb realizes there will come a time when Narinder will return to his full power, crown or no crown, and they must rehabilitate the God of Death before that happens, or at least give him a reason not to strike the Lamb down the moment their back is turned, and wipe out sentient life as the pissed off cat proclaims he'll do.

Narinder, The One Who Waits, now confined to a weaker, albeit free body, adapts to his release from imprisonment and place in the living world. Still retaining some power, he gains strength with every passing day, vowing vengeance on the lamb for usurping him. After a few unsuccessful murder attempts, it appears that he's in for the long haul. It is only a matter of time before the Lamb's guard is down before he can strike, and The One Who Waits is very patient.

All this and there's some god weirdo with mismatched eyes watching them, an offering of journies they can take to revive Narinder's siblings, and returning the power of resurrection so the Lamb can work on their original goal: reviving the family they lost before all of this began.

Something something something enemies to freniemies to wary friends to deeply caring friends to a very self-conflicted moment of 'oh'.

Notes: Narinder is a LOT more pissed off in the AU because I imagine having your power stolen like that right out of being imprisoned for 1000 years is something that would piss someone off a lot longer than how upset he was in the game. Lamb also is an idiot but in a good way, and has goals that no one else knows about.

I think I'm gonna name the fic 'The Rehabilitation of Death'

#sara shush #ramble #narilamb #cult of the lamb

[my-quirk-is-fred]

Is it possible for Luna to ascend to godhead again? Or is she "stuck" as an alicorn forever now :o And do alicorns age like normal ponies in your au or are they only mortal in the sense that they can be killed

No. But she could have…

Initiate explanation in 3… 2… 1…

To start: the reason Luna lost her Godhood has to do with Nightmare moon. Celestia took away that Godhood so she may safely extract the “illness” (now known as nightmare moon) from Luna. (Note: nightmare moon was feeding off the Godhood of Luna, which would’ve made her too powerful to simply erase. It was basically immortal)

Unfortunately, the “sickness” was able to place an unbreakable curse on Celestia before she could destroy it.

Celestia could have also helped Luna back to godhood… but due to Nightmare moon’s curse, she can no longer do so.

#pinkies senses #pinkies senses au #mlp #mlp infected au

[everylastbird]

I've been thinking of a soulmates style au wherein hualian discover they are soulmates after XL saves HC as a child.

In this AU meeting your soulmate is incredibly rare and very auspicious, so even though HC is a commoner he is recognized as XL's future spouse and taken into the care of the royal family, but sequestered away from XL to maintain decorum. They see each other now and again, and interact during events and gatherings, but otherwise are kept separated. HC is delighted and pines and generally dreams of the day he gets to officially marry XL and be his wife.

(I like to personally use the term 'wife' in danmei specifically to mean 'the spouse that marries into the home of the other', so as he is marrying into XL's home, he would be the bride in this scenario.)

XL ascends, as in canon. Unlike in canon, when a soulmate ascends, so too does your soulmate, and HC ascends with XL.

XL also descends and falls from godhood, as in canon. Ever so magnanimous, JW ~kindly~ allows HC to stay in heaven upon XL's request, as HC didn't break any rules. HC is, however, bound to the heavens, unable to descend to seek out XL.

Centuries pass, and HC becomes known as a God of constancy, faithfulness, and marriage. He is regarded with both awe and pity. Poor HC, who remains loyal to a faithless god of misfortune. Isn't it incredible, how much he is willing and able to endure to uphold the sanctity of his marriage vows? He has a large faction of worshippers, mostly brides and wives in arranged, unhappy marriages, who pray to him for strength.

Few, if any, remember that Xianle fell before HC had the chance to marry XL. That all this time he has remained steadfast and true to his fiancé, rather than his husband. The gods that do look upon him with scorn and judgment. No one expects him to remain loyal to the likes of XL, so who does he think he is putting on this show for?

It doesn't matter what those gods, or even what his worshippers think of him, however. HC is loyal to XL out of love, and devotion. He is not suffering out of obligation. His only pain is that felt by his fiancé, and the pain of separation forced upon him.

And despite what the gods and his worshippers assume, he is not a long-suffering bride who sits and pines for his beloved. While he yearns for the day he can reunite with XL, HC spends his time playing the long-con. After all, is the keeping of house and home not one of the primary roles of any good wife? And the heavens are so steeped in filth. Certainly not worthy of his husband to be.

As for XL, he strives and toils to regain his godhood under the weight of his lost worshippers and the scorn of the gods who once praised him.

More than that, he worries, often, about HC, and his misplaced loyalty. Every now and then XL hears another tale of HC's endless, unshakeable loyalty, but with those tales also come stories of that devotion being nothing more than a shackle. Nothing is ever said of HC's love for his husband, or HC's happiness, only his impressive endurance in the face of obligation to a worthless husband. XL fears that HC is little more than a long suffering would-be bride, held back by XL's mistakes and the fate that bound them together without either of their say.

So XL does his best to regain his godhood, so that he may re-enter heaven and finally free HC from himself for good.

When, after 800 years, XL finally ascends once again, nothing is as he had expected it to be. There is a crowd, but no one is casting judgment or disparaging him. Instead, it seems as though he has ascended amidst the start of a lavish celebration.

As XL stands amidst a sea of joyful revelry, a procession slowly makes its way towards him, and at its end, a bridal sedan.

When the sedan stops before him and a hand moves aside its curtain, XL reaches out to grasp it without thinking. Gently, he leads the bride off of the sedan and onto solid ground.

XL looks up at a veil of opaque crimson silk. He cannot see the face behind it, does not even know, after all this time, what HC would even look like... But in this moment he knows, unquestionably, that this is not just any bride, but his bride.

Part of XL recalls that one of his main reasons to rise to godhood again was to let HC go, to finally allow him freedom from the weight of being tethered to someone like XL. And yet, any thoughts of breaking his vows to HC dry up in his mouth. He has thought of so many ways to say it, so many ways to cut HC loose of him without bringing HC any more pain, but he cannot bring himself to say any of them.

The hand in his grasp turns, and laces their fingers together. His bride's hand is strong, XL observes as though from a distance, unflinching and sure.

"Hello, gege," HC says. His voice is deeper than XL remembers, richer and more vibrant than anything he has experienced for decades, if not centuries. 

"Ah, San Lang, I'm sorry, " he manages to force out through his shock. His laugh is pitchy and uneven even to his own ears. "I'm afraid I'm not quite prepared...!"

"It's okay, gege." A thumb carasses his knuckles tenderly, and XL's throat tightens. "I already have everything ready for us."

#hualian #hua cheng #xie lian #tgcf #heaven official's blessing #take this drabble i wrote in my notes app during lunch break that went off the rails #i got gripped by the thought of XL ascending into the midst of a wedding procession only for him to realize it was *his* wedding and #couldnt control myself #given that this is almost 1000 words i really may clean this up and make a proper fic of it

[cerebralinvasion]

not thy will, but mine

trigger warning: yandere, obsessive behavior

summary: godhood isn't as flashy as most make it out to be, your existence was truly not something you took much pride in. it seemes, however, that despite your line of thinking you'd gained yourself a very devoted follower.

pairing: fyodor x reader 

notes: this was inspired by @spacexseven's god reader au! please go check it out they're really cool!!

in your honest opinion, being a god was overrated. at some point in the past, you would have disagreed. but millennia upon millennia have passed since you’ve thought that way. it was nice a long time ago. when there existed many gods each with their own domain, their own concept to be in charge of. back when gods had grand followings and were omnipotent. back when you were recognized as the god of literature, a symbol of creativity, thought, knowledge, and dissemination. but it’s been a very long time since then. most, if not all gods have died, and you have lost your recognition. you’ve lost power. that is, of course, not to say you have no power. you’re undoubtedly more formidable than any currently existing human. but it’s a negligible fraction of the omnipotence you once bore. you doubted anyone even knew your name at this point. you knew your place in this world. above the earth and below the fractured heavens. entirely alone, you’d lurk in your catchpenny apartment, isolated from any of the humans who once adored you. mount olympus has crumbled, there is no home– nowhere for you to return to.

you’d grown used to this treatment, having experienced nothing but it for thousands of years. which is why you were genuinely surprised when you came to the realization that someone was worshiping you. you could hear their prayers, you received their sacrifices. you’ve been acknowledged for the first time since the fall of the gods. it was just one. only one worshiper. you could note a few others becoming aware of your existence, but none going as far as to believe in your existence, let alone worship you. only a singular voice praying to you every night and morning. before every meal, and after every stroke of good luck. they were nothing but dedicated. it warmed your heart at first, to be appreciated once again. but after long enough, it grew to be disturbing. it seemed you were near every other thought on their mind. everything they did, in your name. everyone they hurt, in your name. prayers and prayers of promises that they would complete your desire, enact your will. you barely communicated with them, other than something small every once in a while with your limited abilities. meant to be nothing more than tokens of your appreciation to their care. but they still claimed to act as your hand, as a vessel for you. parading themself as a servant despite you never having asked anything of them.

it was honestly pathetic.

despite how it continuously became worse, you never expected this to end in you being summoned. you didn’t even know you could be summoned. called upon? invited? sure, you’ve been asked to manifest before, but you’ve never been summoned. you’ve never been forced to appear, much less forced to stay. it must have been an immeasurable amount of research and preparation, to confine a deity against their will. but it seemed he was dedicated. when you opened your eyes you found yourself in a throne room. priceless decorations adorning the room from corner to corner, yourself seated on the throne. and a man kneeling on the ground before you. 

a tall and slim young man with long, dark, and messy hair that reached his shoulders. you couldn’t see his face as his head was bowed, but he wore what appeared to be a buttoned white shirt and white pants. he gripped a ushanka in his hand, trying his best to show his respect. you peered down at him, unsure of what to say. he tilted his head up slightly, peeking an eye open to look at you, purple and sharp. just as quickly as he’d stolen a glance, he was back to bowing at your feet. the action was timid and full of fear as the silence lingered.

“my lord… thank you for coming.” he whispered out after what had to be several minutes. he thanked you as though you had any choice in the matter. “my name is fyodor dostoevsky. i am your devoted servant.” 

you opened your mouth to speak, before shutting it. you didn’t know what to say. 

“i know, i'm not worthy of your grace. but, i have been diligent in my work. everything is going according to plan.”

after another moment fyodor looked up at you once again, his gaze lingering for longer this time. waiting a few seconds, you gave a tentative nod of acknowledgement. you didn’t have a clue as to what he was talking about. but it seemed this small display was more than enough to calm his nerves. he exhaled, loudly. body slumping down from it’s stiff position.

“thank you.” he whispered, barely audible. 

in your opinion, being a god was overrated, you really weren’t all that special. but the way this man seemed to worship the very ground you walked on, it seemed your opinion wasn’t shared by all.

#yandere fyodor x reader #bsd x reader #yandere bsd #yandere bsd x reader #yandere bungo stray dogs #yandere bungo stray dogs x reader #god reader #fyodor dostoevsky x reader

[emry-stars-art]

Hi, i just want to stop by to tell you how much I love your art and even more your Royal au

I hope this is in no way an offence but I found this post https://www.tumblr.com/gatorparade/721685064988131328 and immediately thought of you and His Highness Prince Andrew.

I wondered if on a walk Andrew stopped to freshen up and Abram, in keeping watch, found himself observing him from afar and what thoughts he might have, not so much at the Prince’s splendid figure but how much he manages to convey a calmness to him that he never had, a kind of serenity that radiates, that he can read in Andrew’s eyes when they finally meet.

Feel free to ignore this if it doesn't inspire you, I love everything you post regardless, you cannot know how much your blog brightens my days ✨

Okay im FINALLY HERE

I wish I could have done this more justice but this is what I got, I love the idea of Nathaniel/Abram first seeing the little bits of humanity and vulnerability (only the barest bits but it’s much more than the Moriyamas ever gave) from Prince Andrew and like. It jumpstarts the idea that Palmetto is really and truly different than Evermore or something TT

anyway the linked post [here] is first off gorgeous (it’s an oc if I remember, pls go give the artist some love if you can we appreciate ocs in this house) and second I LOVED THE VISION. Im sliding a little writing snippet under the cut so thank you for the ask :DD

Find the royal au masterpost here 💕

The prince said he just wanted to acclimate Nathaniel. His short, matter-of-fact way of speaking was still unfamiliar - he sounded as if he was being transparent, but Nathaniel knew better than to take royalty at their word.

It wasn’t as if he had the choice to refuse.

He accompanied the prince on his ride of the outer courtyard. There wasn’t much for Nathaniel to do; unfortunate, because he couldn’t distract himself with real work. The prince was bringing him deep into the untamed grounds, through thick trees and bushes. Secluded and private. Still, Nathaniel said nothing.

After countless minutes of what should have been easy silence, they reached a creek. The prince guided his horse to a stop and considered something, lost in thought until Nathaniel had dismounted and approached. It took more effort than normal to remove his glove.

Nathaniel’s hand moving into his space seemed to jog the prince. He blinked, took a heavier breath, and held a little too tightly as he always did to slide from the saddle.

Despite Nathaniel’s every anxiety, he brushed right by without a word. Nathaniel watched dumbly as the prince shook his hair free of its tie, combing it out and kneeling at the creek bed. He splashed his face with water and ran some over his scalp to combat the midday heat.

He didn’t seem to be watching his back. He wasn’t hesitant or afraid for Nathaniel to see him in a state like this. Easy, casual. Even now Nathaniel was playing the possibilities in his head. All the ways the prince could be harmed in that moment. How easy it was for Nathaniel to see it and know the royal family wasn’t as infallible and godlike as they claimed.

But, then - the Minyards had never claimed godhood. Though the water made the prince’s hair sparkle.

Prince Andrew didn’t think himself as far above Nathaniel as Nathaniel had assumed.

The prince straightened then, turning a look on Nathaniel as he retied his hair.

“You seem rather heat stressed,” he said flatly. “Are you certain you don’t need some water?”

Nathaniel was certainly stressed. Just maybe not from the heat. He hesitated before gesturing aimlessly with the reins he held, one horse in each hand. He’d gotten too distracted to tie them anywhere.

The prince met him at his own horse’s head, taking both reins without a word.

“Go,” he said. Nathaniel forced his mouth closed when he found he couldn’t speak, and the prince gave him another unimpressed look. “That’s an order, Nathaniel.”

So Nathaniel let go and stepped back, still hesitant to let the prince hold his horse when it should only have ever been the other way around. But the prince had already turned his attention to GS, stroking the white blaze of his nose with as blank an expression as ever. Nathaniel wondered briefly if the prince’s face ever changed as he went to obey.

(Also thank you for your other kind asks AM, I cherish them and you 🥰)

#Nathaniel hearing Prince Andrew making little soft clicking sounds at GS #and GS nickering back #I dunno I think it’s sweet to have Nathaniel see the prince blank faced being very kind and open with and about other things/people #on the other hand #whennnnn will we first get a tasteful peek of collarbone #(thoughts about Nathaniel that Andrew is beating back with a stick) #ANYWAY #fan art #my art #my writing #aftg #all for the game #neil josten #andrew minyard #royal au #asks #🤍 #I am assigning you the emoji you’ve been signing with lol #can I do that 😅

[therentyoupay]

[ Wildward!AU | Elsa & Jack | based on the Wildward series by @callimara ] IN THE TIME OF THE FIRST KEEPER...

She knew—even without Hugenn to guide her, without the Vision brought to her by the black opal, without her Aegis and the Sentinel of Thought—that they could never be. She need not look into her future. She need not slow down time, no matter how she might wish to. One day, somehow—this power would be lost. Until that day came—when their Aegis abandoned them, or all was forgotten—and perhaps even after, he would remain... But she would not yield, and he did not push, for Villr, the Sentinel of Protection, had chosen a Guardian: he, with his survival and his Rage, with the speed and strength bestowed upon him by the brown onyx of the earth, would protect her from harm, would provide shelter and safety for her cold frozen heart. "I do not protect you because the Wolf wills it. The Wolf answers my will because I protect you." She believed him, but it changed nothing. One day, their borrowed godhood would be gone, and their fragile mortality would find them. "Perhaps," she said, knowing the truth and—for the moment—choosing not to. "Perhaps what we have will share the agelessness of the Aegis. Perhaps, one day, we will find each other again... maybe centuries. Eons. In a thousand years." He, who fought not with his Mind but with his Heart, felt the cautious Raven place her delicate trust in the Wolf. Smiling with naught but his eyes, the Guardian echoed the vow that would last—maybe centuries, maybe eons. "Then I'll find you. In a thousand years."

#callimara #wildward #callimara wildward #wildward!au #jelsa #wildward!jelsa #fanfiction of an original story!! #therentyoupay drabble #therentyoupay fic #therentyoupay in a thousand years #therentyoupay fanfiction #snowtpnetwork #jelsa au #au!jelsa #therentyoupay edits

[eluminium]

Skizz week day 2 lets GOO!!!!

I apologize for the lack of polish on these. I have seemingly caught a cold and am also in the middle of important schoolwork. But hey, it's better than nothing!

Anyway, this is kind of a sneak peek into an AU I've been working on. It doesn't have a name yet, but it sure exists! I hope I can post about it more when I have more things to work with!

Once again, thank you to @skizzlemanweek for todays prompt!

Prompt 2: Hybrid/AU

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Impulse has lost his mind.

That's the only logical conclusion to this situation. To him sitting here on his dead best friend's bed while talking to said best friend who's apparently ascended to godhood? But he doesn't know what kind of God he is yet somehow? He also may have given Impulse some knowledge about the divine that Impulse is 75% sure he isn't supposed to know, even as his best god friend's semi-accidental oracle and/or priest. Probably. Maybe.

It's been a rough couple of hours, to say the least.

"Impulse! You're not listening to me!" A voice, Skizz's voice, echoes through his head. Impulses hands fly to his ears as he groans in pain. "Control your volume, dude! You're gonna blow out my ears!" He hisses.

"Oh...! Sorry...!" Skizz whisper-yells in response, although not without a mischievous giggle. Oh gods above, Impulse was gonna have to deal with SKIZZ. TALKING IN HIS BRAIN. UNINTERUPRABLY. FOR THE FORSEEABLE FUTURE. He shakes his head to try and get rid of that awful realization and quickly moves to change the subject before Skizz catches on.

"Alright, so. You became a God, but you don't know what of. So you appeared back here and found me. And you want me to help you figure out what you are the God of. Did I get that right?" He summarizes, looking at the faint blue outline of his best friend sitting on the same bed they spent years having pillow fights on in their youth-

Skizz sticks out his hand and does a so-and-so motion. "Well, yeah...But since I picked you as my oracle, as in my special important mortal representative guy, you're also gonna have to start my cult and get people to worship me!" He exclaims, clearly excited at the prospects. 

"Wow, we really got a Mr. Humble Guy over here," Impulse deadpans.

"HEY! You know I'm not in it for the fame, man! Even though I am really handsome and my godly muscles are huge!" Skizz huffs in mock offense. Impulse rolls his eyes in response.

But instead of another sarcastic quip, the barely visible parts of Skizz's face soften into something dangerously genuine. "I mean it, dude. Think about it. Think about how cool this is gonna be. Think about how deadly we are as a duo now that we have divine power behind us. Think about how many people we can help!"

"But we don't even know what you're the God of!" Impulse snaps with a glare. "How are we supposed to get people to join in on this when we can't gurantee anything?! And don't say 'We'll make something up', you KNOW I'm a TERRIBLE liar! I can't lead a whole freaking cult by myself! I need yo-"

His throat closes up. He can't say that. Because that would mean Skizz couldn't help him, that his best friend was...not with him in some way. That he was alone in this, for now. No, no it's too raw. He breaks eye contact as his eyes snap towards a corner of the room. He draws in a shaky breath and blinks rapidly. 

"Dipple Dop..." Skizz's tone is...sad. He reaches out towards Impulse before remembering that he can't really...touch him. Nor can he touch anything mortal, really. He needs belief for that, followers who believe in him. 

A sigh leaves him as he retracts his hand. "I know this is a lot for you. To be honest, it's a lot for me too. You're scared, and I'm scared. And you're probably thinking something like: 'This is a total disaster, we're so screwed'-"

Huh, that was...exactly what Impulse was thinking. To the word. Weird.

"-but man, dude, my homieh buddeah-"

Impulse can't help but snort at that one. The man is a god now, and yet he's still just Skizz.

"We got all the time in the world to do this. We don't have to rush this. We'll make a plan. We'll do our research! The big fancy library we used to study at had a bunch of books about the gods and stuff, remember? Maybe we can find the step-by-step guide to finding your godly trait and a "How to Cult for Dummies"! Gee, wouldn't that be convinient!"

They're both giggling now. Why? They don't fully know. Probably the absurdity of sneaking into a royal library to read the most suspicious books of all time is getting to them. But, somehow, there's a glow of warmth in Impulse's chest. A feeling he's been missing ever since Skizz unwillingly left the mortal realm for the divine.

Hope.

As the giggling dies down, a timid smile settles on Impulse's face. Gods, how does Skizz do it? How does he make Impulse believe in some new goal that fast? Well, he supposes he can blame it on magical god powers now. Hell yeah.

He takes a deep breath in, jumps off the bed, and stands up. "Alright, I'm in. What's the worst that could happen?" He says with attempted confidence. Despite Skizz certainly detecting his lingering anxiety, he jumps up (or well, floats) up in the air beside him with a barely seeable hand pumped up in the air.

"Allllright!!! Imp and Skizz are reunited and back on the case! I love it!" He cheers.

Impulse wastes no time in heading to their shared kitchen and grabbing a snack for the road. The library isn't far (perks of living in the capital) but hey, emotional rollercoasters tend to leave ya a bit tired. A snack for the road never hurt anybody!

Skizz unexpectedly chuckles. "Except that one time you decided to shove jello in your backpack," he points out.

Impulse freezes.

"...Are there more things in my head than just your voice?" He questions while slowly turning around to face Skizz. Skizz, in response, raises an eyebrow.

"Of course! I know everything going on in there! That's what happens between a God and their oracle!" He says like it's common knowledge.

"So you know all my deep dark secrets now?"

"Well, kinda!"

"Does the "kinda" include how much I missed you?"

"Awww yeah!!! I know you love me soooo muuuchhh now!"

"God damn it- I hate you. You SUCK." 

At Impulse's overly sulky tone, Skizz giggles like the sacred bastard he is. And once again, something cozy and soft glows and grows in Impulse's chest. It feels...good. Happy. Like it's right as it should be. And looking at the faded form of his best friend, he knows Skizz feels it growing too.

Maybe, even with all the responsibility and having Skizzleman but now with divine powers in his head 24/7, this won't be so bad. 

Maybe this could become something great.

#skizzleman #impulsesv #skizz week 2 #skizz week #my writing #Unnamed God Skizz Oracle Impulse AU #hermitfic #THE COLD MIGHT FUCK ME UP BUT THE GRIND NEVER ENDS PEOPLE #I WILL COMPLETE SKIZZ WEEK

[beelebee]

His hair could represent Narinders divinity, in a way.

Floating and moving gracefully, with no apparent order or direction. Like sea waves, made of the finest ambrosia that only a god could drink. It was the only thing he liked about being chained for eternity, how much his hair had grown and how much movement it had thanks to his own power. 

But when he was defeated and his godhood was ripped away from him, that too disappeared. 

It was strange, to feel the actual weight of his hair instead of the chains, falling down his back and touching the ground until it dragged.

It fell over his face the first few days he lived in the cult after leaving the healing bay, and he fiddled with it quite a bit. After locking himself in the shelter the Lamb had given him, he could only contemplate what his hair looked like now that it had lost that divine distinctiveness. 

It was sickening. 

And today, in "I can't stand Angst, unless I'm the one doing it" I bring you a little drabble from my Narinder along with a drawing that took me longer than I would have liked to finish it. Here is more context on this AU

I write fanfiction, so expect more of this in the future.

You can also ask me anything, I would love to interact a lot more around here!

#cotl #cotl lamb #cult of the lamb #cult of the lamb fanart #cotl fanart #cult of the lamb lambert #cult of the lamb narinder #narilamb #narinder x lamb #cotl narinder #cotl fanfic #cotldrabble #drabble #angst

[miziubai]

It seems that Astarte has found some company...and the key to know of her origin.

PASSES OUT AND EXPLODES

THIS TOOK. SO LONG. LIKE HOLY SHIT. With his comic i'm opening a variation of my stupid aftermath/post-canon AU (the one with bishop lamb :')) in an "if" scenario where they and Narinder are forced to sacrifice themselves to avoid madness; leaving a child behind as they rot away...though i explained this before.

Bia was the child that Lamb lost back when I explained what happened prior to becoming a cult leader. Thing is, Bia never really moved on, even after Narinder (while still the God of Death) insisted in helping her as his duty. Her spirit was too weak to be sensed by Lamb, and so she saw all their road from starting the cult to ascending to godhood, completely unnoticed as her soul was too weak to be felt.

Now hundreds of year later, Astarte finally finds Bia as she's able to sense only weak spirits such as her. I'll be using these two to show some details of this timeline and their own story. You may ask them questions through the askbox, perhaps Bia remembers some of their parent's adventures :).

that aside i'm so god damn proud of that last panel oh my god that took TOO LONG.

(To avoid confusion with the actual Aftermath AU, things involving them will be tagged as Astarte AU, so they might overlap but it should mostly clear out confusion or so i hope---)

#cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl au #cotl post canon #aftermath au #astarte au #narinder #the lamb #cotl oc

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

I think I might have forgotten to share this but um. Deities/priests au designs for their ‘mortal’ disguises and Reader in their temple member outfit (+ what I think I’m gonna make their lost deity traits, aka a halo, a set of small feathered wings on the sides of their head that r most justly for expressiveness, and wings that look like stained glass!)

#deities au #deities and priests au #godhood lost au #deity sun #deity moon #priest sun #priest moon #disciple reader #temple follower reader #fnaf au #fnaf sun/moon x reader #fnaf sun/moon x y/n #fnaf sun x reader #fnaf moon x reader #doodles #sketches #concept art #bones of a rabbit au #bones of a rabbit

[deconstructthesoup]

Some of the lore for the D&D Slay The Princess AU:

In the beginning, there were only two gods---The Long Quiet, the god of constants, emotion, stability, connections, and comfort, and The Shifting Mound, the goddess of change, transformation, beginnings, endings, and time. Together, they were able to spin stories into worlds, shaping entire universes to exist side by side in the Material Plane... but every one of these universes was eventually fated to end, for you cannot have a story that lasts forever.

A man, whose name has been lost to time, grew bitter at this cycle, believing death to be a curse. As his universe began to take its steps towards its ending, in his desperation, he managed to achieve godhood, becoming The Narrator---the crow god of knowledge, fate, and tricksters. He tore The Long Quiet and The Shifting Mound apart, banishing The Shifting Mound to languish underground while The Long Quiet was left to mourn in the stars. Legends say that The Narrator intended to trick The Long Quiet into killing his love, but he failed in the end. Death still exists---you can never fully rid the world of death---but as long as change and constants are separated, no other worlds can be made, meaning that the world we find ourselves in now is entirely alone, and bound to the cruel laws of fate.

In the wake of this, new gods emerged to help guide the mortals through their confusion. The first was The Apotheosis, the goddess of justice, retribution, power, and light, who watched over the afterlife of those who were good in life. The second was The Fury, the goddess of anger, war, slaughter, and destruction, who watched over the afterlife of those who were wicked in life. The third was The Wild, the goddess of shadows, secrets, mystery, and sorrow, who dwelled deep in the tangled woods of the Feywild. The fourth was The Thorn, the goddess of love, redemption, discovery, nature, and growth, who lived in the Feywild alongside her counterpart. And the fifth was The Grey, the dual-natured goddess who guided souls to the afterlife---wearing white and burning with hope if you were good in the end, and wearing black and drowning in despair if you were wicked.

There are four other beings who some consider gods and some consider monsters, depending on who you are and how much terror you possess in your heart. The Eye of the Needle is the queen of the dragons, and while she has no use for mortals and only cares for gold, you will earn her respect and undying aid if you can defeat her in a fight. The Wraith was once human, but has long since left that behind in favor of being a lich, and she will rob you of your will and turn you into her puppet if you dare cross her or get in her way. The Mother of Clarity is the queen of the vampires, and though she and her children are feared and hunted everywhere you go, she will listen to you if you are willing to plead. And The Den is the mother of all fearsome beasts that stalk in the shadows, and she obeys no order other than the one of the hunt.

That's all I got for now, but I do have some ideas for the Voices, so... :)

#yeah i'm digging this #slay the princess #the long quiet #the shifting mound #stp the narrator #stp the apotheosis #stp the fury #stp the wild #stp the thorn #stp the eye of the needle #stp the wraith #stp the moment of clarity #stp the den

[death-note-lawlight-fic-recs]

Lawlight ao3 fic recs

This list ended up being longer than expected. Thus, most one shots and smut fics will get their own list. I can't fit them all in here, alas.

I will probably add more fics later as I remember. Any fics published after this one [dated: 21 July, 2023] will be in a new list.

Check the summary and notes. Read the warnings and authors notes for each fic. I'm not responsible for what you end up reading, rating wise.

Bestest of the best. Go Read ASAP.

Primitive Liars

Summary: Light is a being of intellect, not of instinct; however, he may be starting to understand that the two are not mutually exclusive. While he struggles to define himself in an unjust world, a new Kira holds society - along with a couple other valuable things - hostage. Omegaverse AU.

Notes: My absolute favorite lawlight fic. Right up there with Of Music. I have probably read Primitive Liars 20-30 times and still love it. Its that good. Primitive Liars is the fic that introduced me to the abo genre and I have not found another fic that does it as good as this one does. Primitive Liars, my beloved ❤️❤️❤️

Time Speaks

Summary: In his first life, L died in the arms of his greatest enemy.

In his brief second one, he died alone.

And in his third, too-long life, L died anticipating finally getting even with the man who'd won their game one too many times.

And Light Yagami? If he'd known this is what picking up the Death Note would bring....well, he'd probably still have done it anyway.

Notes: This fic has everything. I love it. I adore it. Its tied as my favorite ao3 fic with Primitive Liars. Lawlight loop over and over, and fall in love while Playing Their Game (reference intended). Each arc has something different, each arc is amazing. Words cannot describe how much i recommend this fic. If there's one and only one lawlight fic you will ever read, it should be this one 🙏.

Decisions and Consequences

Summary: [Part 1] “Ryuzaki I think you’re right about me, I think that at one point I was Kira”. Light decides to trust L when he admits that he too suspects himself of being Kira and asks L for help in preventing him from becoming Kira again.

[Part 2] After giving up the Death Note, Light struggles with the knowledge of what he has done. No longer believing in the ideals he followed as Kira, he now has to live with the fact that he himself is what he so despised: a murderer.

Notes: This is a series of 2 fics. It has ace Light, L who loves Light, Light facing the consequences of his actions and learning to live with them. This fic takes what it does seriously. This is a journey of Light healing from being Kira and finding someone to share his life with in the process. I cannot recommend this enough. Enough of Kira getting away scott free from his actions, giving up the notebook and never facing what he has done because amnesia is a get-out-of-jail free card. This Light faces reality head on.

In The Eye Of The Snowstorm

Summary: During a cold, Colorado winter after L's defeat of Kira, Light struggles to deal with the fact that he has lost the game. But along with the bitterness of losing his New World brews something deeper: the pain from a much more personal blow dealt to Light by L on the day his godhood crumbled around him, juxtaposed against his still-lingering love for the detective. Across five scenes where Light refuses to admit he's still in love with L, and one scene where he finally does - the two learn to live together again despite the storm that they've created.

Notes: People often forget that for the Kira case, it's ultimately L's decision on how it ends. L is the detective in charge of the case, L is the one with connections, resources and authority who could have both saved and/or condemned Light even if they had been in a relationship. In short: their relationship and its future was ultimately L's choice. This is a true compromise fic. Which can also be seen as an L wins fic. I love how soft it was and how they get their happy ending without either of them compromising their morals or thoughts, despite being in love.

Into The Grey

Summary: Light is a young, hot, reclusive Omega who follows all the rules and does it all right. Except when he's sneaking out to capture criminals as the vigilante only known as Kira. L will always and forever be the world's greatest detective, but the Alpha might have a little competition in the Kanto region of Japan.

In a world just barely free of Omega oppression, these two geniuses find themselves in a race against the clock and each other.

Notes: Another Lawlight abo fic. This is my one of my favorite abo fics, mixing a new case, a new take on death note characters in a world without shinigami. I love the dynamics and the political backstory this fic explores throughout the plot. The world building is amazing. I love it.

Seeking His Hand

Summary: Soichiro asks: "Why do you want to marry my son?"

L stares at him for a moment, then sighs almost imperceptibly. "It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife. …or husband."

A historical regency-esque romance AU in which L seeks Light's hand in marriage. And that's only the beginning.

Notes: Regency Era lawlight AU. Yes!

Heirs and Spares

Summary: L and Light are all that remain of the first generation of Wammy House kids. L's the world's greatest detective and Light runs the House cultivating a new generation of geniuses into useful positions. They're rivals first and family second. But Watari suggests, in case of emergencies, it makes sense for them to legally be each other's next of kin. Light's not so sure he wants to marry L, despite the logic of the suggestion, but L's seemingly on board with the idea. Or is it his idea in the first place…?

Notes: Growing up together at Wammy's AU! Yesyesyesyes!!! This is my favorite fic by TrashKing.

Death Wish

Summary: Death Note users don’t go to heaven or hell. Instead, Ryuk sends Light to an alternative universe where the Death Note exists but it doesn’t fall within his grasp. Even though he doesn’t have the Death Note, L still suspects him and the worst part is that in this new world he is an omega. Hilarity ensues.

Notes: Summary is accurate. I really can't say more because that would be spoilers.

The Sweet Taste Of Silver

Summary: Email after email…It only made Light sicker to look at them. Final notice. Past due. Expulsion threats. He knew going to one of the best schools in the country would be pricey, but that's what his scholarships were for, right? At least until they start running out. At least he'll have his internship…And his new employer.

Notes: The lawlight sugarbaby AU. Has a sequel from Ryuk's PoV, which is absolutely hilarious.

Sit and Stay A While

Summary: "The obsession prodded again, pushing at him, but Light didn’t let it near his mouth. He shoved it down, hard, until it thundered down the cellar stairs of his mind palace. Sulking below all his appropriate thoughts was the insistent wanting that made him avoid L’s gaze – the desire to sit in L’s lap."

(Light has a fantasy of sitting in L's lap, and he's got a plan to make that a reality.)

Notes: Light wants to sit in L's lap. He has a 12 step plan for it. Light is good at planning, so he achieves his goal.

Shining Light

Summary: Bored beyond comprehension, Ryuk decides after seeing what humans do with the Death Note, to experiment with what would happen if a human lived their whole life with access and knowledge of the Death Note. This leads him to find four-month-old Light Yagami, whom he decides to use as his test subject and has a little fun.

Light's parents, as with anybody else, can't see Ryuk and thus think Light is possessed, so while trying to find answers, Soichiro turns to a young cadet for assistance taking care of his son.

Light grows up knowing he is different but rarely bored with Ryuk by his side throughout his whole life and having little interest in using the Death Note, training in Shinigami magic and learning the ways of the world instead. But things become interesting when, after multiple incidents regarding his secret, someone else with the Death Note begins using it as the mass killer known as Kira.

Add in a dumbfounded detective and a task force all aware of Light's situation and far past caring, and Ryuk knows he made the right choice because he's found plenty of entertainment, even though he has to fight the protective instinct he's developed towards Light.

Notes: There are many things I love about this AU. The first and foremost being its world building.

Is This The Way It Ends Now

Summary: L dangled the note in front of him. It had appeared out of nowhere, as had the accompanying CD. It claimed to contain information crucial to their investigation.

Was this a trick? Another evolution of Kira's power? Perhaps a different supernatural force trying to help them against Kira?

He didn't know, but the only way to find out was to view it.

Notes: This fic is here because of three reasons. That its good and well written. That its the only complete series watch fic. And that I love this fic. However, I am aware this fic and its take on Kira isn't everyone's cup of tea.

Better than the rest

Honey In Your Tea

Summary: Light falls with a cup of hot coffee in hand. L is to blame.

Notes: A blind!Light AU. Light is not Kira AU too. So soft and sweet and tender and I just can't-

The Execution Of All Things

Summary: "I want to be soft, to say here is my underbelly and I want you to hold the knife, but I don’t know what I want you to do: plunge or mercy. I deserve both. I want to hold and be held." – Nicole Homer

A world where Light is shot by Higuchi at the end of episode 7 and doesn't regain his memories or the Note.

Notes: The one and only lawlight fic for the TV drama. Well, not really. There are other fics too. But this one, is my favorite of them all.

Fifteen Stories Down

Summary: When a series of explosions brings down a hotel in the heart of Tokyo, Detective Light Yagami finds himself trapped in the company of the strangest man he's ever met.

Notes: An excellent Light is not Kira AU, with adult!Light and L meeting down the line.

Bodach Killa

Summary: Having found Light's deadly notebook, L sees but one way to force a confession out of him: become his closest friend and confidant. To this purpose, L goes undercover to To-Oh, as Kira supporting college student Hideki Ryuga. Somewhere along the way of this ethically questionable quest, L finds the friend he'd been missing all along.

Notes: L finds early proof of the death note. The case takes a whole new direction.

Wordplay

Summary: Three murders in Japan mark the beginning of what seems to be a slightly abnormal copycat case. However, it turns into a much more complicated scheme that pushes L and Light to their limits in order to solve it and catch the killer.

Notes: A case fic with adult lawlight that's more about Light and Sayu's relationship. Lawlight is there too.

Passengers

Summary: It comes in the middle of the night, on the eve of L's death. Both L and Light find themselves on a train right out of science fiction, handcuffed and totally unprepared.

Notes: Lawlight crossover with infinity train. No prior knowledge of Infinity train required.

Bluebird

Summary: Light Yagami had always found his day to day life menial and mundane. He was startled out of his boredom by the sudden appearance of the supernatural mass murderer, Kira. Light had certainly not expected his last year of high school and first year of college to be so convoluted and stressful as the greatest detective in the world suspects him of being the greatest mass murderer in history. Light must work with L to catch the real Kira before it's too late.

Notes: Light isn't Kira in this AU. Someone else, an original character, is Kira. And that takes the plot in a whole new direction. That is what I love about this fic.

Hidden

Summary: All gammas are the same, seen as basically genderless they are raised equally before presenting as either alpha females or male omegas.

Light Yagami never really cared about his gamma status until other's took notice. Fearful of spending life as a kept omega, Light will fight against anything, including his own instincts, to be seen as an alpha instead.

But fighting one's dynamic isn't easy.

Light just hopes it isn't impossible.

Notes: A fic that explores the social problems inherent in an typical abo world.

Tangled

Summary: L and Light divorced ten years ago and split the kids. When Mello demands to meet his twin brother L is forced to reassemble the family unit and co-parent with Light while they figure out a new custody arrangement. But, despite all that’s been said and done, feelings linger and both parties start to wonder if there are pieces of their broken marriage that can be salvaged?

Notes: Ex and established lawlight AU. Lawlight as parents in this AU. It's wonderfully done and I love it.

Introduction To Muggle Studies By Yagami Light

Summary:

How to use a Death Note - Rule 4: The person in possession of the Death Note is possessed by a god of death, its original owner, until they die.

ICW Classification of Magical Beings - A muggle possessed or bonded with a magical being, similar to a muggle infected by a werewolf and surviving, is no longer a classified as a muggle. They are, for all intents and purposes, a wizard/witch.

Notes: This one was a tough choice for me, for various reasons. But in the end, I put it here because yes, it's a fun read! A crossover between Harry Potter and Death Note. Fake character death, lots of pining, long distance lawlight relationship. Knowledge of Harry Potter needed upto book 4.

Back Again

Summary: What is Light to do when he wakes up after his life as a Shinigami is over, only to find himself with both his memories and his life back to the way it was before…with the Death Note in his school bag?

Notes: Lawlight AU where Light time travels.

Touch Starved

Summary: L's a Blue Poison Dart, an endangered species closely related to the blue poison dart frog. His life has been difficult, prejudiced and overall touch-starved. But he spends his days as L, the world's greatest detective, who's species is undisclosed to the general populace. When other endangered species start dying and disappearing in Japan, he decides he must travel there to solve the case.

On the way, he meets the Kitsune Light, a Japanese 9-tailed fox. They start a relationship, L unaware that he's next on Light's list.

Notes: Another amazing fic by Pyreneese. L as a poison dart frog, Light as a Kitsune.

Change OR the one where L and Light get married

Summary: L wasn’t a good driver; he could admit that, to himself. Since he and Quillsh were the only ones who knew the route to the old Wammy summer home, L wasn’t surprised to be behind the wheel. (Thankful, maybe, that he had the forethought to secure this little automatic Volkswagen rather than flounder on the stick shift Quillsh always tried to teach him.) He dared to be happy about his driver role, even; it was appropriate that he chauffeured Light to where they’d be married in a day’s time. Something romantic about crossing the threshold, carrying his love into his world – L stuck out his tongue. Long drives made him corny.

(At Quillsh Wammy's summer mansion, L and Light prepare to get married in front of the Yagami family, Watari, and the ghosts of their past.)

Notes: What do you mean, this isn't how canon ended? Aka the lawlight happy ending AU that they deserve.

Sail The Wildest Stretch

Summary: Light Yagami has a Final Destination-esque vision of his seven years as Kira. He wakes up in his high school on the day he receives the Death Note. What will he do differently, knowing the future?

Notes: What can I say, I have a weakness for lawlight time travel fics.

Do It Again, L!

Summary: "The moment L’s eyes close at the time of his death, he awakes in a panic in his bed.... Before L can move forward, he would need to perform tests.... The things he knows right now: .... He had just gone from dying of a heart attack in Japan to lying in his bed over 6,000 miles away in a blink of an eye. He distinctly remembers being 25 years old, but now he looks closer to ten. "

Notes: After 2 fics with Light going back in time, it's L's turn to time travel.

Throw the dice and play with me

Summary: You don’t forget how to play the game just because you lost at it and Light had their instructions manual permanently etched into his very soul.

L wins AU! in which Light has been in jail for two years when L shows up asking for his help with a case. Light desperately wants to help, he missed their competition and has been very bored without it but he feels that L is hiding something. Still, Light helps hesitantly, all the while trying to figure out what game the detective is playing at. Meanwhile, L is willing to play at any game, as long as Light plays with him.

Notes: An L wins fic, this fic has L coming back for Light. Light is, of course, still hurt by his time in prison and the lack of trust everyone except L shows him. L is there to catch light and put him back together. I loved reading this because it was not as dark as some other "L wins and Light in prison" fics get, but still tackles the issues it presents.

Corruption

Summary: After the LA BB murder case Naomi Misora has finally returned to work for the FBI as planned. Her first task on her return, requested through the pipeline by L, is to interrogate Beyond Birthday, who has not told any of the investigators anything about his crimes up to that point.

Beyond proves himself useful to the FBI to help solve the cases that they are stuck on, and so Naomi is sent back again and again, and gradually is drawn into Beyond's web.

Notes: Wherein Beyond gets together with Naomi and plays matchmaker for lawlight.

Another Path

Summary: Rem makes a different call (based from Episode 15 of the TV series).

Notes: Rem confesses to L that Light was Kira. L, attached to Light by now, decides he is a better choice for Light than death or prison. This fic has a novel approach to L wins post Yotsuba arc. I don't remember except that I enjoyed it.

Hurt, Angst, Tragedy, Whump. Mixed with Comfort and Bittersweet endings, for a treat.

Who Am I and Who Are You?

Summary: Light has been under suspicion of being Kira for far too long. After his girlfriend, Misa Amane, falls under suspicion for actual DNA evidence tying her to the case. Light then goes into confinement. And even after he has gone to extreme lengths to prove that there is no way he could be Kira, L still doubts him. Because L just KNOWS Light Yagami is Kira. The only way for L to be assured of Light's innocence or guilt is to become handcuffed to him. And no matter how long it takes, L will get a confession. No matter what he has to do, he will find out the truth. And Light will do anything to save his own life, to convince L that he isn't Kira. Even at the cost of his own sanity. This is all just a game, but a game that could be deadly.

Notes: Ever thought what if Light really wasn't Kira, he was really a scapegoat and L went on Hard Mode during Yotsuba arc? This is that fic. I love this version more than the rewrite, because this one has a happy ending. Bittersweet ending. As happy as it can be, anyways. A whump, hurt/comfort fic, this fic balances veryyyy nicely between hurt and comfort.

Note2: This fic has a second version, a sort of rewrite. That version is a very bad ending for lawlight. I won't link it here, but those industrious ones of you who enjoy such fics can look it up in the author works.

Genius Is A Curse

Summary: If Light had never touched the Death Note, would he ever have found an escape from the depression and boredom that plagued him? Would he have had a future at all?

Notes: This... isn't exactly lawlight. This is more L and Light. However, imo, lawlight undertones are there. It might just be the shipping fan in me speaking though. This fic isn't for the faint hearted. It's depressing. Light is depressed, L is depressed, at a point they both get suicidal. I don't suggest reading it in one go. I also suggest being at least 21+ when reading it. Please, read the tags, mind the warnings and be safe mentally when you read this fic.

A Thin Veil

Summary: There is a thin veil between sadism and masochism, life and death, order and chaos, and all of this becomes apparent as Light comes up with his most sadomasochistic plan yet, willingly subjecting himself to illness and an agonizing death to force the hand of the task force and scare them into dropping the case, as well as prove his "innocence."

While L suspects that this is all somehow Light's doing, he finds it harder and harder to watch Light suffer as he gets increasingly ill, even if he wants to help catch Kira with the limited amount of time he has left. L refuses to lose the game, but at the same time finds the idea of losing Light to be equally unpleasant, leading him to search frantically for a loophole or capture Kira before Light dies as collateral damage.

Notes: Light will do anything to prove himself as not-Kira. Including forcing himself through sickness- Uncaring of the emotional tolI it would take on himself and everyone around him. I was looking for hurt or sick Light fics other than the one with religious undertones. And I found an alt sick Light fic. This one. It was well worth the search as oh boy does Light prove to all and sundry just how much he is willing to sacrifice for his 'New World'.

Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This

Summary: L has always struggled with insomnia and sleep paralysis. But the Kira Case is making it worse. He knows that if he continues like this, he'll end up self-destructing.

Notes: L and Light are both in a bad place. They help each other recover.

Grip me tight (won't you love me before you go)

Summary: Engaged Lawlight but Light isn't Kira and is killed by Kira for being with L.

Notes: Short, to the point, ripped my heart out in less than 1000 words.

Reflections

Summary: L spends a day with Light. Everything is as it should be.

Notes: A sad tragedy fic. This fic is here as a break before we go into truly bad ending and psychological horror/thriller fics.

I Will Follow You Into The Dark

Summary: Four hundred and ninety days.

Less cryptically, L kidnaps Light, perhaps for reasons all his own.

Notes: L is a sadistic bastard. Not in the whump way. L wants to win, L wants to defeat Kira, L wants Light. And L will do anything for it, Light's wishes and well-being be damned. There is no comfort here.

Inked

Summary: Light Yagami keeps his soulmark hidden at all times. L wants to know what it looks like. Things ensue.

Notes: A soulmate AU where L isn't Light's soulmate. That doesn't stop L.

A Balm For Social Failure

Summary: L begins to suspect something is missing from his life. He believes the key to be in social interaction - his weak point. At the appearance of the enigma named Light Yagami, he is challenged to rise to the occasion.

Notes: Light is a bastard. This has a happy ending, in a way. But the journey there is filled with dubious triggers.

Fade

Summary: When a mysterious notebook falls from the sky, bearing the story of a world in which Kira reigns supreme, L is forced into a desperate struggle to change both his fate and the fate of the world. But his attempts are complicated when he discovers that he only holds half of the story—and that the other half resides with the living paradox that is Light Yagami. The resulting chaos finds two geniuses from different worlds thrown together, racing to change the future.

Notes: This fic.... I like to pretend that L and Light reached Wammy's and that's where it ends. That it has a happy ending. But it does not. It took my heart, filled it, and then stomped it to the ground.

Prisoners

Summary: L got enough evidence to imprison Light but not destroy him. Two years into Light's confinement L is desperate to move the dial towards a decisive victory and close the Kira case once and for all but he’s not sure how much of his own mind he’ll have to crack into pieces to do that. Especially when there’s a very real chance Light’s lost his mind entirely.

Notes: Usually, I only read and rec happy ending fics. I remember reading this one, without checking the warnings. Its been a long time since, but I still remember this fic and believe it has to be here. Check the warning tag before reading, guys!

You're 38, Light

Summary: On Light's 38th birthday, he has a special visitor, triggering many memories.

Notes: This fic makes me sick. It's good as a bad ending fic, but oh gosh, why, just kill Light already, L.

Crack & Crack Taken Seriously (yes, both are different)

Dealing With Shinigami

Summary: Meet Prince Light, a prince who, to the public's eye, is everything a prince is meant to be—handsome, brilliant, hand-working, kind, polite. In actuality, he is hot-headed and headstrong, has strong sense of justice that goes against how the kingdom runs...

And bored.

So bored that news of an arranged marriage leads him to run away to live with a Shinigami. And not just any Shinigami, but Ryuk—one of the most powerful, dangerous, and equally bored Shinigami around. Of course, Light has a way of hooking up with dangerous characters, and soon he's coping with a witch, a jinn, a death-dealing talking bird, a stone prince, and some very irritating Yotsuba wizards. Eventually, he will find the not-very-kingly King of the Enchanted Forest who may sweep him off his feet.

If the prince ran away to find some excitement, it looks like he's found plenty.

Notes: A fairy tale world with death note characters. Meet Light as a prince who is bored, L is a king who is lonely, Ryuk as a shinigami who is looking for fun. The world building uses classic tropes for fun, the character interaction leaves me wanting more, I love everything about this fic.

Welcome To The Family

Summary: L has concluded that Light is Kira but due to his own conflicted feelings instead of arresting Light or having him executed as he promised he kidnaps Light and dumps him at Wammy's House…

Notes: My favorite "Light gets taken to Wammy's" AU. Too bad it stops at the best time.

Yagami Light can have a little mental breakdown, as a treat.

Summary: In which Light goes through the five stages of grief, Misa is a good friend, L has the best night of his life, and everybody else is just along for the ride.

(AKA: The uni AU in which Light has a crush and doesn't know it until everybody else does as well).

Notes: Lawlight university AU. Misa helps Light "denial isn't just a river in Egypt" Yagami reach enlightenment. L "idiot in love and doesnt know how to flirt" Lawliet, the target of said crush, gets front row seats to the discussion.

The Complaints Box

Summary: "Gentlemen," he addressed everyone in the room with a meaningful glance, then focused on the cardboard box, "It is my understanding that ever since we've moved into this building, relationships between you all have been... tense. Petty arguments are not constructive for the workplace; therefore, I have decided to introduce a conflict preventative measure, a source of stress relief if you will."

In which, Watari decides that everyone in the office needs to begin venting their stress like mature adults. And within those pages were not rants worthy of a therapist's shrine, but a documented love story...

Notes: A fun and amusing read. Watari has such great ideas.

Eat, Fight, Love

Summary: L was perfectly content to live out a solitary existence among his sweets and puzzles, and never considered that one day he might actually have to beat the shit out of his soulmate upon seeing them for the first time.

Yes, what absolute nonsense.

Notes: Where soulmates punch each other at first sight.

Unexpected Little Guest

Summary: Sayu and her husband decides to go on a vacation for two weeks and leave their eight years old daughter, Mei, in the hands of Light and L.

Light had thought about starting a family for quite some time, so he gladly accepts it to see what kind of a father L would be with this little adventure.

L, on the other hand is everything but happy about this. But in this two weeks, he develops something for the little girl that he didn't expect at all...

Notes: Established lawlight. Light wants a child. Sayu needs a babysitter. Light has an idea.

Basket Case

Summary: During the day, he writes names on coffee cups. At night, he writes names in the Death Note. Now starting his third year at To-Oh, Light Yagami didn’t think his life could get any more complicated. Until L Lawliet came and screwed everything up.

A college AU where Light is Kira but L isn't a detective.

Notes: A fun AU where Light is Kira, L isn't a detective and Ryuk ships it.

This Isn't A Noir Film

Summary: Moving to Los Angeles was not Light's best idea. It's blazing hot, always on fire, the traffic is the worst, and the mafia is acting up all over again. When Rod Ross is found not guilty yet again on murder charges and the murders start up again, Light joins a taskforce with decidedly eccentric people who could all only be described as complete and utter pricks. He should be more worried about what's happening to the city he lives in and the people he's sworn to serve and protect, but honestly, he's a bit more concerned at how well he fits in with these weirdos.

Notes: A fic set in the backdrop of LA. I don't recall much about this fic except that it's good.

Treaty

Summary: When Great Britain and Japan come to an agreement on a major treaty between the two countries, there is a long standing requirement between the country's packs that must be upheld. A match between a high ranking or highly valued Alpha and Omega must be made between the countries as a sign of good faith. With all of the official nobility of age already mated in both countries, Great Britain selects an Alpha, the World's Greatest Detective as their representative. While the country of Japan, provides their best and brightest, the attractive son of the distinguished Chief of the NPA, Light Yagami.

Both L and Light are thrown in as reluctant participants. Each with their own secrets, personal challenges and life ambitions. Can they find a way to happily co-exist or will the obstacles they face prove too much to overcome?

Notes: This is a lawlight abo AU which is crack taken seriously. So dont take the fic seriously, alright? OOC abound.

Koi No Yokan

Summary: Koi no yokan 恋の予感: the feeling upon first meeting someone that you will inevitably fall in love with them.

Light decides to take a little risk and seek a no-strings-attached hookup and gets a surprising (accidental) match. Light and L gradually open up to each other over the course of a night, not knowing who the other is. However, as they go back to their lives in the morning, suspicions take hold and secrets come to light. The chance meeting starts to feel a lot more like fate as L closes in on Kira, and both must decide whether they felt anything real for the other and what that means. This decision is only the first of many as Light plans his New World and L finds out sinister secrets about his childhood and Wammy’s House.

Notes: The ultimate death note conspiracy fic. This fic has boldly gone where no fic has gone before. No regrets, no takebacks. Leave logic outside the door. There will be no fic that can compare to the twists and turns this one takes, ever again.

The Japanese Brooklyn 99

Summary:

Aizawa: We are NOT naming this chat ‘The Japanese Brooklyn 99’!

Matsuda: I don’t see why we can’t? Just because you’re too embarrassed to admit you’re not cool enough to be Rosa does not mean we cannot name this group chat that name. Besides, it’s a good name!

Ide: Why am I here again?

...In which Matsuda makes a group chat and all goes to chaos.

Notes: Death Note fic which is set in Modern era and with a group chat. The obligatory group chat fic where everything is nice, nobody hurts (for long), and everyone has a happy ending.

Todokete!

Summary:

Soichiro: What exactly is the point of this again?

Matsuda: so we can all talk even when we’re not together, duh!

so anyway…

how do we feel about the de-sexification of the green m&m?

Light: matsuda, respectfully, shut the fuck up

Matsuda creates a Discord server for the task force to communicate in. Between L's awkward attempts to make friends, Misa and Matsuda's constant Love Live references, and the stress of Light being a suspect, the rest of the team is in for a wild ride.

Or, the ridiculous chatfic that no one asked for.

Notes: Another Yotsuba arc chat grp fic. Lots of memes and references. The summary says it all.

Consolation Prize

Summary: As a special prize for writing so many names in the Death Note, Kira becomes a catboy.

Notes: Catboy!Light. Enough said.



The Name Game

Summary: Light really hates the customer that keeps coming up with the worst fake names for his orders.

Five times L gave a fake(sorta) name for his tea to annoy the irritable, pretty barista and the one time he tells him his actual name.

Notes: Lawlight coffee shop AU! Woo hoo!

The Mello Situation

Summary: Or how Near decides to use L and Light's fumbling attempts to be together to develop his own relationship goals. Post canon, alternative ending.

Notes: Wherein Near asks relationship advice from L. It goes as well as can be expected.

Deus Ex Saiki

Summary: Ten year old Kusuo Saiki decides he's tired of Kira's shenanigans so he's gonna solve the problem himself.

It may not have been worth it.

Notes: Saiki does a short, quick fix of the Kira situation and everyone is happier for it.

A,B,C,DeathNote!

Summary:

A collection of what were meant to be oneshot ficlets (but ended up as an interlinked series) for each letter of the Alphabet.

Set during the YotsubaArc, this is the story of how Light and L fell in love amidst the Kira case and their developing relationship from secret lovers to husbands.

Notes: I don't remember much about this fic except that it was good and that it is crack.

#death note #lawlight #lawlight fic recs #lawlight fic recs for ao3 #ao3 fic recs

[plasma-studios]

On Mercy (ao3: x)

The Council has been at war with the Emperor (more colloquially known as the King of Nightmares) for a long, long time. After defeat after defeat, they find themselves with no option but to request help from his fabled twin.

However, Dream will not help them for free; he locks eyes with Cross, and decides he wants him in exchange for the war victory. It is an easy choice to make.

But Cross is terribly apprehensive, because he his loyalty is not to the Council, but to Nightmare as a spy, and Dream is Nightmare's mortal enemy. Moreover he suspects Dream chose him knowing this, wanting information about his twin; and the issue is, Nightmare is absolutely unforgiving of traitors.

But he cannot offend Dream, for he too is an Immortal and God. He cannot forget that both Dream and Nightmare is dangerous, that any wrong move will end in his demise or worse.

(He forgets, however, that he himself is mortal.)

[OR: A Empire/Kingdoms UTMV AU, where Cross is caught between the crossfire of Immortal/Gods! Dreamtale Twins and some involvement with God!Errorink too.]

Inspired by love, in fire and blood by cicer

Chapter 1: a deal is struck

The tides would shift soon, they told themselves. Each day’s fresh defeats were a necessary evil, soon the tides would shift and they would have their victories. This war would be theirs to win. 

That was the belief of the dreamers among them. Those who held onto their hopes even as they buried their comrades day after day.

Then there were the defeated, the broken. Those who had given up their hopes for a better life and fought to survive. Sometimes they just gave up and let the ocean take them, or the earth. It would be a kinder fate than joining his army of the dead.

Even with all the Kingdoms of the World allied together, his Empire overshadowed them all. Even in their Council, even with Kings and Queens and Dukes and Countesses they all seemed to have some grasp on the truth. Some awareness of their position, of defeat after defeat.

Cross watched them debate, then argue, then lament. They were losing, they all knew it. He knew it too. Even as a lowly soldier (it was what he was best at) he knew it, saw it in the numbers they were losing and the grim lines in their faces. He didn’t say anything, however, and lowered his head as they discussed troops and strategy. 

As if he’d heard nary a word of the King of Nightmares.

There were rumours about him. He went by other names, too. The Cruel Prince, once. The Boy of the Night. There were rumours that he was a God, some that he was an immortal. (The Moon Immortal, they called him.) Some that he was just a regular mortal drunk on power. But what mortal lived for centuries?

The Council, at least in part, suspected his immortality. Perhaps even Godhood. But they did not want to, because their hopes of success were already dismal. 

But there were stories that brought them impossible hopes. Stories about his twin, the Light to his Darkness. Stories, not rumours, for the twin was so little known about him and far less about his twin. At one point the numbers had climbed too high and someone bravely made the suggestion. Could we reach out to his twin for help? First, it had been a casual remark. But slowly it made its way into the official discussion, its feasibility and possibility debated alongside strategy and supply. Not happily debated, of course, for the implication was that they had no other choice. But Cross, again, remained silent as they worked out the finer details. First, they worked out how they’d contact him in the first place; a letter, perhaps, but it would need to be published everywhere to get his attention. That meant that it couldn’t contain anything sensitive, but they could work around that.

A few sessions later (and a couple lost battles) the letter was drafted. Soon after, published world wide. Hours later, they got their response. Though they would not discover it till the morning after. His reply had been burned into the walls of their Council Chambers.

To the Council:I hear you. I agree that my brother has been excessive in his terror; I also agree that you cannot win this war without me. It is not a matter of your weakness, but rather his strength. It’s time my brother is stopped. 

However, I will not do it for free. On the Summer Solstice I shall attend your Council to discuss our terms. I sincerely hope we’ll find an agreeable compromise then.- The Sun Immortal.

At this the Council was entirely silent. There was only the sound of breathing, then gasping, and slowly they erupted. Insolence and arrogance bounced across the room: “What hubris!” “Is it hubris if he’s an Immortal?” And, of course, the confirmation of immortality. Though that was somehow the least shocking tidbit. 

The writing was oddly neat for having been burned in, Cross noted. Then how long till the Summer Solstice? and what can we offer him?; of course they hadn’t been so optimistic to assume he would help them free of charge, but faced with the confirmation they suddenly found it difficult to discern what an Immortal would want in exchange. Gold and jewellery seemed like rewards for the living, for the mortal; would such material rewards be accepted? 

What if he wanted land, instead? A crown, a Kingdom? What, then? They spent more time debating their terms than drafting the letter. But they had to come to a conclusion soon, as Asgore reminded them: the Summer Solstice was a mere three days away.

Finally they voted, and it was decided. They would ask him what he wanted in return first, and work from there. Surely if he was taking the time to discuss with them, he did want the deal to go through, and if he wanted it to succeed, he would not ask for something impossible. Surely?

However, they still prepared for all the options thought up in their hours of discussion. Rubies, sapphires and emeralds polished and stored away in trunks with gold and silver coins beneath them; carefully stored crowns with freshly gilded gold and polished jewels; cloaks and clothing made out of silk or laced with furs, etc. 

Even obscure recipes were brought out, like boiled gold soup and silver ingot bites. The food once regarded as the highest cuisine, only for the wealthiest. Not anymore, of course, but nonetheless.

Finally, the preparations made not in official Council discussion but covert exchanges to prepare a variety of beauties. Some fair-skinned, some not. Some freckled, some not. Some muscled, some not. Some more compliant, some more recalcitrant, some more aggressive.

We don’t know his tastes, and there was an undercurrent of humour in it, even. It would not be the first time someone demanded people for their war efforts.

It was a little extreme. Even Nightmare’s tastes were… ah, somewhat sane. But Cross didn’t know the Sun Immortal, so perhaps his tastes were indeed less sane. Nonetheless the day of the Summer Solstice arrived like the sun rising for each day.

Now the Council would be arriving earlier today for fear of missing the Immortal’s visit, but though they’d arrived at their predetermined time (just after dawn) there was already someone there. A stranger in light silks, asleep in one of the chairs. Arms folded, head dipped, sleeping quietly.

His breathing was quiet, but it was still there, and in the silence of their held breaths they heard it clearer than their own. No sooner had the first of them stepped over the threshold, however, did the stranger’s eyes flutter open. “Ah, good morning.” His voice was clear and light; like a drink of water in the desert. “I assume you’re the Council?” There was a silence, before CORE Frisk responded, “Yes. I assume you’re the Sun Immortal?” At that, a sweet chuckle. Still so light, sweeter than honeycomb. “Officially, yes; but just call me Dream.” At that, whispers again: but they were quickly silenced by a look from Undyne. The Council had tentatively started filling in, all the while Dream was looking at them rather curiously, a hint of amusement in his gaze yet any mocking absent from it. Just like how an adult would look at a child. Like an immortal gazing upon mortals?

Cross was familiar with that sort of look.

Dream got to his feet and tilted his head. “I’m assuming I wasn’t so fortunate to choose my seat on a guess?” “Unfortunately not, but we’ll show you to your seat?” CORE Frisk had taken a tentative step forward when he raised his hand abruptly— lazily? “No need.” He reached over and grabbed the shoulder of the nearest Guard. “You.” He smiled. “Show me to my seat.” The poor Monster was so very stiff as he led the Sun Immortal to his seat; a cushioned, grand thing, positioned in the centre of the rows of seats wrapping around it in a circle. 

Cross made sure he wasn’t scrunching his eyebrows. Wouldn’t that be obvious that it was his, a seat in the middle? And once again that sweet, clear laughter. “Oh, that’s— aha .” His fist crumpled over his teeth and mouth. “It’s just— ah, it’s almost as if I’m on trial.” He pulled his hand away from his mouth. “So, terms! What will you offer me?” And Cross swore his golden eyes, though still agleam, sharpened. 

Dream had not taken his seat.

“What would an esteemed Immortal such as yourself prefer?” Asgore’s tone had found the cadences of officiality, of usual Palace affairs or even mundane Council business. Still, it seemed to interest the Immortal (Dream, was it?) as he looked to him intently. “Such as I?” He laughed again, but this time it wasn’t as sweet. “Unfortunately, I don’t know what I want. It’s up to you to make a good offer, Your Majesty.” 

In the Immortal’s mouth, the title was like dust. But to his credit Asgore maintained his composure and answered. “I suppose I should start off with the simplest offer. Coin? Jewels?” And it was evident that he did not think Dream would accept this offer. And he was right, Dream only raised an eyebrow. “I can find jewels anywhere. Coin even more so. What else do you have?” And then the silks, the cloth. He was as unimpressed with the offer as with the first, but strangely, Cross noticed from his place against the wall, not an inkling of disappointment lined his face. Still he let them offer more, and more. Offer after offer was raised with the speed of bullet fire, flying across the space as they desperately tried to appease the Sun Immortal.

Silently, Dream raised his palm. It seemed his patience had reached its limit.

“And what if I said I want people?” Immediately the tension in the room thickened. Looks were exchanged, confused blue on repulsed green, yellow irritation on pink curiosity. CORE Frisk observed Dream quietly, but did not speak up. Dream smiled a tiny small smile.

“Well, Esteemed Immortal,” Duke Isre murmured hesitantly. "If it would please you, you may have your pick of the courtesans of my court.”

“And mine, of course!” Another hurried to protest. “The courtesans of Sere are known for their allure—” “Oh?” Dream’s eyes seemed to sparkle. “Tell me more.” Then there were a dozen, more than a dozen, speaking at once; all so eager to grasp at the Immortal’s interest. 

But that wasn’t a sparkle. Cross swallowed the sigh into his throat. It was a gleam: the gleam of amusement, of sardonicism. Dream was not interested in them, not truly.

But their offers of concubines and courtesans only continued, each one more outlandish than the first. Blue eyes like sea sapphires. Gold hair like threaded gold. Skin as smooth as a babe’s. Teeth like mermaid pearls. He had to force his eyes not to roll. Somewhere in him, however, there was the smallest shred of pity. Of irritation. If the Council failed to negotiate terms, they would lose their last hope. They were making too many mistakes; mistakes that were obvious in hindsight, but not so much in the doing; mistakes that were his job to report back to Nightmare to be exploited.

He did pity them, somewhat. He couldn’t just stand around and not see how much the common people were suffering. Starving children and cold corpses. Empty homes and unburied bodies.

But the Council was full of Kings and Queens, Dukes and Duchesses. People who’d never lived a day of hardship in their lives. People who, only a century ago or two, would’ve been delighting in tasteless gold delicacies while the people starved of famine. The generals and soldiers, he was annoyed less by. They were competent, at least. But they still could not fight a God, certainly not Nightmare. It was their deaths he felt more guilt over.

“Dream,” CORE Frisk suddenly cut in. “You haven’t accepted any of our offers. May I ask what they lack?”

Dream locked eyes with CORE Frisk. To their credit. CORE Frisk stayed unflinching. There was a moment of quiet, of tension.

Cross realised Dream was no longer smiling. “Since you’ve asked, CORE, I’m more than willing to oblige. You see,” He gestured vaguely around him. “I believe I never said anything about wanting someone to warm my bed.”

He turned his eye upon the one who had gotten the ball rolling. 

“You know, I’m beginning to rethink this,” He said casually. “Maybe we aren’t suited for an alliance after all.” There was a dead silence. And then there was nary a sound, save for CORE Frisk: “I’m sorry for any offence caused, Dream,” They began. “May I ask why?”

There was sharp laughter, in the silence. Not a single eye wasn’t upon the Immortal, and Cross unconsciously noted CORE Frisk too was on their feet. “You want me to answer to you?” Like a violin string drawn taut, like the lightning striking the earth, backs straightened and sharp, fearful gazes were exchanged. “A little pretentious, don’t you think?” His eye was on CORE Frisk. The string, taut and tauter. CORE Frisk opened their mouth, but no words came out. 

Too taut and now the ripped alliance between them. Dream still looked unbothered under the fearful and indignant glares of the Council. 

“May I ask what it is that you want?” CORE Frisk tried, ever the meditator. “Or even just what you don’t want.” Dream looked into the rows and rows of people. Slowly, he turned his gaze down the row.

“I’m beginning to think,” He said softly. “That you don’t have what I want."

Well, that was it, then. There was relief of having finally bitten the bullet. Dream wasn’t going to help the Council after all. Nightmare would be happy to hear that, right? Momentarily his eyebrows almost scrunched together.

It would be difficult to get news to him, especially news of this nature. He’d have to wait till Dust came by to pass the news: it was always risking making contact on his own.

A pity, though. CORE Frisk’s face was blank, but they must’ve been disappointed. They weren’t as bad as the rest, really. But CORE Frisk was one person and the rest (whom he had little pity for) always outweighed them. 

A pity, but a small amount of it only. CORE Frisk was blank, but probably carefully blank. 

Dream locked eyes with him. 

“You.” 

Cross stilled. Those golden eyes, bright and alert, were on him now.

“Come here.” His outreached hand was curved, fingers beckoning. Cross did not move for the first few seconds. His eyes were on Cross’; no mocking, no amusement: there was nothing Cross could recognise. 

Then, slowly, he took his first step. Then another. Then another. All the while the quiet had been broken but quiet exhales, gasps, confused rustling and carefully blank faces almost faltering.

Soon he was before Dream. A smile was pulling at his teeth. “Ah, may I ask for your name, sir?” Cross felt the welt of saliva in his throat. “Cross, Esteemed Immortal.” Dream smiled indulgently, and reached for his chin. His breath was in his throat; then, ever Cross’ saviour, CORE Frisk interrupted. “May I ask what the Esteemed Immortal wants of this Guard?” “A Guard, huh?” There was interest in his eyes, but his hand still did not let go. “I see. I don’t suppose he’s a recent one?”

On instinct, most of the Council turned to Undyne, but she was looking to CORE Frisk with a sigh in her throat. “He was recruited by CORE, not me.” “He was not raised to be a Guard,” CORE Frisk said delicately, as it was the custom. “But he was enough strong and clever to be one, and I happened upon him a few years ago. I beg your Esteemed Immortals forgiveness for any caused offence on his behalf.”

A light laugh, through the hall. Suddenly the weighted air lightened and Cross could breathe again when the hand withdrew from his chin. “No no, no offence at all. I’ve merely found my answer to your question, CORE Frisk.” Just slightly, they tilted their head with the air of curiosity. “You have?”

There was ice in Cross’ stomach. 

“I shall help you in your war. By next month you will regain your frontlines,” He said casually. “You may reveal my part in it, or you may not. This I have no concern about. But in exchange,” And his eyes turned on Cross.

Fuck.

“Will you come with me?” And his voice was so soft, so sweet. It was so different from Nightmare’s, yet exactly the same air of persuasion.

Cross’s words were in his stomach; weighing heavily. 

“May I clarify your intentions, Esteemed Immortal?” CORE Frisk carefully asked.

In turn, Dream sighed. “Why does everyone here insist on calling me that? Have I not said to call me Dream?”

“May we clarify your intentions, Dream?” The voice was just as dry.

“Isn’t it obvious? If he’ll have me,” He turned to him slightly. Cross steeled himself. “I’ll have him.”

Undyne frowned. “He is not a pig for sale. Courtesans, maybe,” And the look she sent the Court was no less disdainful than Dream’s earlier words, “Because it’s their job. But Cross is one of the Guard, not a cow to be bartered away to be a bed-warmer.” At cow, Cross almost flinched. God, that comedic timing was terrible and hilarious at the same time. Dream turned his gaze onto Undyne, who did not flinch, but subtly drew back. “I believe I have made myself clear,” He said quietly. “For him, I shall help you with your war. Without him, you die and your Kingdoms turn to dust. Simple as.”

There was a very clear swear in Cross’ head, confusion tenfold as he looked to CORE Frisk (he could do that, it would be in-character for what they knew him as) but there was conflict and no more in their gaze. 

“CORE, perhaps— perhaps it would be best. If the Immortal wants him, in exchange for victory…” The voice trailed over. Dream’s gaze was still on CORE Frisk, waiting. 

Abruptly Cross became aware of the eyes on him. The knowing gazes, the knowing eyes. Cross felt his face warm. 

“No.” CORE Frisk finally spoke, firm. “No, he is not a pig for sale. Jewels and gold, I can offer you. Land and palaces, yes. Silks and furs, yes. But I will not barter you a person who has yet to say anything on the matter.”

“But I did not ask you.” Once again his words held the air of spelling out something incredibly obvious. “I asked you, Cross.”

And once again Cross found himself at a loss of what to do when his gaze was upon him once more. “Will you come with me? For the war?” Well, I’m actually on the other side of it, Cross thought anxiously. But he kept his voice steady (or as steady as it should be for someone about to be sent away) and spoke to CORE Frisk. “CORE, if I agree, will— will it stop the war?” CORE Frisk held his gaze for a second more. “Yes, but… but it’s still your choice.”

Ha. No it wasn’t. He could feel the weight of a thousand eyes, of expectation, weighing on his very bones. It seemed Dream knew it too.

Dream and CORE Frisk exchanged a strange look.

Cross opened his mouth, little choice left. “Then I accept. I will go with you, and you will help—” He almost said them . “ Us, win the war.” He only hoped Nightmare would not see it as traitorous. 

Dream smiled brightly. “That was easy, wasn’t it?” He pulled a ring off his finger (and it was then Cross noticed the rings on his fingers, gold but the gold not of solid ingots but of the gold of sunlight) and gently took hold of Cross’ hand. He stiffened almost immediately, but Dream said nothing of it as he slid the ring on.

Onto his ring finger.

Well, a very public engagement.

“A gift,” Dream explained. “I will pay your family the rest of the dowry the next time I visit.”

The words stuck in Cross’ throat. “I don’t have a family.”

Because family did not seem like the right word for, ah, Nightmare’s right hand men. 

Dream blinked slowly. “Oh?” But he did not soften. “Nonetheless, I’ll come by soon.”

Cross, almost imperceptibly, nodded. It was all Dream needed, it seemed. With a rustle of silk, a gleam of light, he was gone.

And Cross was alone in the middle, a thousand eyes upon him. 

“Is there anything else?” Undyne said sharply. Angrily, almost. Cross kept his gaze on the floor. He would not know how to act if he locked gazes with anyone else. There was a silence. But Undyne did not speak again. Still there were a thousand gazes on him.

Cross feet turned and he left the Council chambers though it was against protocol. He knew no one would blame him for it; there would be no point, and far too risky to lay a hand on an Immortal’s betrothed. 

Just before he passed the doors, however, he had faintly registered that the burned-in words on the walls were gone.

Cross prayed that Dust would come by soon, so they’d hear the news from Cross’ own mouth and not rumours spreading quicker than wildfire. Not Horror, the hole in his skull too recognizable, and certainly not Killer with his messy dripping eyes. Dust was always the one sent by Nightmare. So Cross left the windows unlocked, staying awake for hours at a time. But, it seemed his prayers did not hold that much weight at all. If ever. Dust did not come the next day, nor the one after. He had the feeling something was going on behind the scenes, why else would an Immortal choose a random Guard? But he could not confirm his suspicions, for there was no one to talk to. No one came for him.

#dream sans #cross sans #utmv #utmv fic #utmv fanfiction #utmv fanfic #core frisk #cream ship #wanna know why Dream chose Cross? here's a hint: #look at Cross' inner monologue when Dream alluded to no longer wanting an alliance #it's not particularly negative is it? #(and how would they look to Dream #if there was one single person in the whole room whose emotions were reacting so differently?) #and Dream came there specifically looking for someone. Cross doesn't know that's him #but next chapter soon he will #also pls remember this is from Cross' perspective and Dream is exaggerating himself #the cream here is CONSENUAL i swear

[lanternouslobster]

came up with this cool BFDI AU where a bunch of the contestants were once deities but they've since lost their memories of godhood and hold mortal forms

I made these cool designs and also some really wacky names and origin story-ish things bc I felt like it, Winner and Loser are the main two so they have the most complicated designs (most of them under the cut bc there's twelve total)

I kinda just dumped random stuff for how a lot of them originated since it's not really integral to the AU, the AU is about Loser realizing his divinity and regaining his powers and going absolutely wild with it and sucking the souls out of people 'n stuff

#bfdi #bfdi au #bfdi loser #bfdi winner #bfdi snowball #bfdi golf ball #bfdi tree #bfdi lightning #bfdi match #bfdi teardrop #bfdi ruby #bfdi spongy #bfdi firey jr #bfdi yellow face #osc art #this is a very work-in-progress au #bfdi shackled divinity